Standing toe to toe

He would laugh deliriously, clearly not understanding that she was being entirely honest. One day she would have his balls. He would rise to his paws under her less than gentle nudging, his ears tipping back in discontent. She would smirk, dark amusement dancing across her features. She would begin walking, her pace mercilessly quick for someone who had just lost their sight and had no bearings what do ever. Occasionally she would knock her shoulder against his to keep him going in the right direction.

When they finally arrived at the border, she would seek to forcefully shove her shoulder against him, hoping to send him tumbling over the border. Lips curled into a heartless grin as she laid her gaze on his battered for the last time. Until they met again. "Until next time, dear." She would coo gently to him before turning away, leaving him to his own devices. A last chuckle would roll off her tongue. It would be a miracle if he even made it home.

-exit-

"Talk like this"